multifarious ⟷ in character

Still managed to pull it off.

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I guess finals went better than I thought this semester, after all. And they would've been over my shoulder when I was looking it up...and right now, we probably would be on our way out to celebrate, but I just figure this is a good way to go out with a bang and be done with school, because I can't keep


[ooc: *if she's been friendly with you at all, you can see this. She just doesn't want to announce it to the entire displaced population.]

ooc: Got Jen's permission here for the Rikki parts. Not totally mad with power. YET.

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» tfw you go to Derek's to wish him and Lydia a merry xmas
» and they ask you in for coffee and you're just a stupid scientist so you say yes.
» and then they start arguing over where the grounds should be kept.
» she says they're too high in the cabinet. He says just keep them on the counter.
» 'we can't, that'll ruin the kitchen asthetic'

[*Misfired Drunken Text meant for Rikki but sent everywhere. (Yes, I stole a TFLN)]

» If I had an Australian accent I'd be unstoppable. Teach me how you talk

[ooc: *versions of her friends from home that she's friendly with, her friends from here, and Barry's friends; yes, this includes coworkers]

So, we're finally moved in and decorated and I know it's late notice, but. Barry and I would like to have Christmas dinner at our new apartment in Greenwich Village. So that means you're all invited. And Caitlin, I'm sorry and I love you, but you're still cooking because Thanksgiving was incredible and I'm not even sorry. I'll help you, though, I promise.

Children and significant others allowed but we're not baby- or kid-proofed, so...you know, be mindful of that, I suppose? We don't know anything about all that...so...but yeah. Come. :)

CAITLIN, CISCO, BARRY

And then Barry and I were thinking of just having a little Christmas between the four of us, if you guys are interested? I probably should've made Barry do this part, but

» Did you want to stop at Lydia's on Christmas? I didn't promise anything, just said I'd ask you
» P.S your ass looks great rn

I messed up, guys. Can I come over?

So...I love you and you're pretty and a drunk eighteen-year-old Stiles is going to sleep on our couch tonight. Hide or you'll have to teach him how to speak Australian until he falls asleep.